Grant patted the pocket of his slacks once more; to assure himself that he had plenty of money for tonight's date with Sabrina. It did little to actually calm the nerves that coursed through his body, making him sweat in places that shouldn't ever sweat. He caught a look at himself in the mirror on the desk in his room. Not a hair out of place, tie straightened and collar perfect. Grant wished that his thoughts were as collected as his outward appearance was tonight.
He looked at his watch and realized the hour was getting late. Grant didn't want Sabrina to think he was standing her up; that was rude behavior. Grabbing his cloak from the closet closest to the sitting room, Grant threw it around his shoulders and flicked the clasp closed with one hand. His other reached out and found the floo powder on the mantle. Stepping into the fireplace, Grant shouted, "The Leaky Cauldron!" and was on his way.
Upon arrival at The Leaky Cauldron, Grant stepped out of the fireplace, shaking off the soot that had settled onto his hair and shoulders during the trip. Carefully removing his cloak, Grant was already spelling away the soot from himself.
Grant looked up and saw Sabrina standing off to one side, waiting for him. She took his breath away. Her beauty surpassed anyone else Grant had ever met. To Grant, Sabrina was perfect.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Grant crossed the distance between them and gave her a warm smile. "I hope you were not waiting long."